that’s it. the monster is born. Sam Shepard’s The God of Hell opened tonight. you know, my grandparents worry about why i’m not having (or making immediate plans to have) chldren of my own. instead of children, i birth plays. it takes the same creative energy that i imagine raising children requires. i know some families where both parents work in theatre, but i can’t imagine it. i couldn’t possibly do both. there’s no money, we both work till midnight. on my day off i go work at my other job (accounting at a dentist’s office). there’s just not enough left of me to go around.

i keep thinking this’ll get better. maybe it doesn’t get better until i figure out how to make changes.